Set's words made Iron Great Tree and the others curse in unison. Another curse? Mephisto really never learned his lesson. Things had already come to this, and he still wanted to use a curse? What the hell was wrong with him?
"Set, you're right. Mephisto will fail as soon as he uses the curse."
Poseidon agreed wholeheartedly. "So we need to escape the moment he fails. When that happens, you need to help us hold back Barbara and Kara. Otherwise, we probably won't be able to get away smoothly."
Poseidon was not being polite at all. After all, they had already signed a Contract. Once they left this Small World, they would hand a wisp of their souls to the King of Negativity.
Since they had already paid, there was naturally no need to be overly polite. I was the customer, and the customer was God.
"Don't worry. Since I've taken your payment, I definitely won't let you down."
Set smiled. "It'd be good if he dies. Then I won't have to get involved in this world's mess and can focus on preparing for the next world. I heard The Intermediary has stirred up quite a situation. It must be fun."
"The next world?"
Poseidon and the others exchanged glances, all thinking the same thing—gather intelligence. While they were still on the same side, they had to gather as much information as possible. In the next world, they would probably become the King of Abilities' diehard subordinates. They would not have such convenient circumstances then.
After giving instructions to Poseidon and the other two, Set began communicating telepathically with Death. He told Death that Mephisto was preparing to use a curse again, that they were preparing to flee, and that they intended to use Death as cannon fodder.
"He's just